#mvltiversed

Stanford feels so tired.

He doesn't remember anything from the night before. Whatever his Muse had mixed up for him had floored more than just his senses, and yet it had done nothing to dampen the uneasy anxiety in his stomach as he paces towards the refrigerator. Bags seem to permanently rest beneath his eyes, his movements are sluggish—he needs a minute to reaquaint himself with reality, which would be easier if his head weren't throbbing. It must've been a good time if this weren't such a massive drawback.

The author pulls open the refrigerator, staring for a moment as if contemplating the dilemma of life—and then a knock on the door makes itself known. One, two—

“ I'm coming, “ he grumbles, rubbing his temples as he trudges towards the door. Three, four. The rooms all blur together, but he persists nonetheless. There's something familiar about the knocking, something he can't quite put his finger on. It's nothing, he chides himself; probably the mailman with a package. Oh, how he had hoped it had been that, because when he opens the door, his whole world freezes, and his blood runs with ice once again. “ …! “

@mvltiversed / post weirdmageddon starter.

" PAY ATTENTION, SON. the fairies move fast, " he & his grand nephew were out in the woods with tiny butterfly nets. their quarry? one of the fairies that had been terrorizing poor mabel. they kept tying her hair into tight knots, & while stan & wendy were back at the shack trying to untangle the girl's hair, he & dipper were on a quest to capture one & find out just what the hell their problem was.

" we don't want to hurt them, either. be swift, but gentle. "

2024 is almost over, accepting!

@mvltiversed wrote: 2024 is almost over andddd i just wanted to say that i’m so grateful that i got to know you, and that we’ve been friends thru different interests/fandoms —- i hope this can continue into 2025 and beyond!! :3

EXCUSE MEEEEE??????? how dare you all be so nice to me, what kind of sorcery is this omfg (totally isn't the one who reblogged the meme in the first place)

but i am so glad i got to know you as well! we might not have interacted much on here apart from a few sparce asks here and there but oh my goodness gracious, the developing we've done on discord? it's been so much fun wow, just bouncing ideas off one another like a never ending game of ping pong? I LOVE EVERY MINUTE.

@mvltiversed wrote: he can’t sleep; knowing viktor is still working on things in the lab. jayce won’t hear it, if viktor interjects that he should be in bed, as well. the man finds the other still at his desk; he squints in the light. ‘don’t make me ask you again.’ there’s no malice behind his words, however; there’s a teasing lilt to them. ‘five more minutes, then i’m carrying you out of here.’

and here he was thinking he’d managed to avoid his lab partner’s gaze for the evening, but no, they’d once again continue this little charade of theirs. almost as soon as warning escapes the other’s lips, golden hues can’t help but roll in annoyance, a huff leaving viktor’s lips.

“what are you, my mother?” voice is cast backward, finally tilting his head to glance at the other man. it’s almost a nightly routine for these two, staying up till ridiculous hours, elbow deep in their research, very rarely did they actually have what would be considered normal sleep schedules. but viktor was by far the worse of the two, even more so with his body so frail. but did he care? the answer should be obvious.

still, the brunette turns back towards jayce yet again, quickly refocusing on the mountain of notes in front of him. “whatever. you’re more than welcome try though. i’m telling you right now i’m not as light as i look.” okay that was another lie, he probably weighed less than whatever the other thought… but whatever got him off his back for those so called ‘extra five minutes.’